Post by JonathanMcBride on Dec 8, 2013 4:01:23 GMT -5
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Driving down the road on the beast, I came across a tunnel. The lights from the ceiling helped to illuminate my surroundings. I thought to myself.
"Who am I? Where did I come from? Am I a criminal? What events transpired in my past?"
Finally, the tunnel came to it's end and gave way to open scenery and a bridge lay before me. As I crossed it, I noticed a gas station off to the left. As I approached the intersection, I slowed down and got into the emergency lane. I stopped and waited for the traffic to clear so that I could make my turn. I finally made the turn and then another quickly to go up the ramp to enter the gas station's parking lot. I parked the beast in front of the main door. I turned the beast off, took the key out, got off the bike, and removed my helmet and placed it back onto the end of the back fender. Then I made my way into the gas station and went up to the clerk at the counter.
"I need a copy of today's newspaper and a map of the city, please."
"Certainly. However, that will actually be yesterday's paper. We haven't gotten today's delivered yet."
"That's fine. How much?"
"Five dollars."
I gave the clerk the $5, and he handed me the newspaper and map.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Please come again."
I went back out to the beast and sat on it sideways. I wedged the map between my legs to hold it while I read the newspaper. The date on the paper said April, 4th, 2013. So, it was actually the 5th, and sometime in the early morning. I closed the paper and switched it with the map. After opening it up and getting it straight, I scanned the roads for where I could possibly be. I figured since I was at a gas station, I'd check all the gas station locations on the map that were close to a bridge and the edge of the water. There was really only one possible place that matched. I was in Lago Zancudo, at the gas station at the western end of Route 68.
Now that I knew my location, I wondered, where do I want to go? Scanning the map, I came across an interesting place, the Galileo Observatory. Perfect, I thought. I can get a lay of the land and figure out where I should go next. After figuring out the best route to get there, I closed up the map and put it away in one of the saddlebags with the newspaper and as I was putting it away, I came across something I missed before, a cellphone. It must have belonged to the greasy man. I pressed the button to bring up the screen and it instantly lit up and showed that it was 4:47 a.m. on April, 5th, 2013.
The background showed an eagle with it's wings spread and above it was text that read "The Lost MC". It must have been something meaningful to the greasy man. I decided to ask about it. I took the phone and went back inside the gas station and back up to the clerk at the counter. I showed him the picture in the background of the phone.
"Do you know what this symbol means?"
"Of course. Everyone knows about The Lost motorcycle gang."
"I'm not from around here. What can you tell me about them?"
"They're an outlaw motorcycle gang. They run drugs and guns all over the city. I hear they hang out a lot at the Hookies restaurant up the highway. I'd stay away from them, my friend. They're very violent."
"Thanks."
I went back outside to the beast, put the phone back into the saddlebag with the map and newspaper, got on the bike, started it, put the helmet back on, and headed east along Route 68. I came to the intersection with Zancudo Road, and made a right turn.
April 5th, 2013, 4:52 a.m.
Money on hand:
$2,562
Weapons on hand:
1 Unidentified Black pistol - 3 full clips of ammo
1 Knife
Driving down the road on the beast, I came across a tunnel. The lights from the ceiling helped to illuminate my surroundings. I thought to myself.
"Who am I? Where did I come from? Am I a criminal? What events transpired in my past?"
Finally, the tunnel came to it's end and gave way to open scenery and a bridge lay before me. As I crossed it, I noticed a gas station off to the left. As I approached the intersection, I slowed down and got into the emergency lane. I stopped and waited for the traffic to clear so that I could make my turn. I finally made the turn and then another quickly to go up the ramp to enter the gas station's parking lot. I parked the beast in front of the main door. I turned the beast off, took the key out, got off the bike, and removed my helmet and placed it back onto the end of the back fender. Then I made my way into the gas station and went up to the clerk at the counter.
"I need a copy of today's newspaper and a map of the city, please."
"Certainly. However, that will actually be yesterday's paper. We haven't gotten today's delivered yet."
"That's fine. How much?"
"Five dollars."
I gave the clerk the $5, and he handed me the newspaper and map.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Please come again."
I went back out to the beast and sat on it sideways. I wedged the map between my legs to hold it while I read the newspaper. The date on the paper said April, 4th, 2013. So, it was actually the 5th, and sometime in the early morning. I closed the paper and switched it with the map. After opening it up and getting it straight, I scanned the roads for where I could possibly be. I figured since I was at a gas station, I'd check all the gas station locations on the map that were close to a bridge and the edge of the water. There was really only one possible place that matched. I was in Lago Zancudo, at the gas station at the western end of Route 68.
Now that I knew my location, I wondered, where do I want to go? Scanning the map, I came across an interesting place, the Galileo Observatory. Perfect, I thought. I can get a lay of the land and figure out where I should go next. After figuring out the best route to get there, I closed up the map and put it away in one of the saddlebags with the newspaper and as I was putting it away, I came across something I missed before, a cellphone. It must have belonged to the greasy man. I pressed the button to bring up the screen and it instantly lit up and showed that it was 4:47 a.m. on April, 5th, 2013.
The background showed an eagle with it's wings spread and above it was text that read "The Lost MC". It must have been something meaningful to the greasy man. I decided to ask about it. I took the phone and went back inside the gas station and back up to the clerk at the counter. I showed him the picture in the background of the phone.
"Do you know what this symbol means?"
"Of course. Everyone knows about The Lost motorcycle gang."
"I'm not from around here. What can you tell me about them?"
"They're an outlaw motorcycle gang. They run drugs and guns all over the city. I hear they hang out a lot at the Hookies restaurant up the highway. I'd stay away from them, my friend. They're very violent."
"Thanks."
I went back outside to the beast, put the phone back into the saddlebag with the map and newspaper, got on the bike, started it, put the helmet back on, and headed east along Route 68. I came to the intersection with Zancudo Road, and made a right turn.
April 5th, 2013, 4:52 a.m.
Money on hand:
$2,562
Weapons on hand:
1 Unidentified Black pistol - 3 full clips of ammo
1 Knife